Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.